There was a king called Maharatha who possessed chariots, wielded great power
and defeated opponents through unobstructed might and strength. He had three
sons who were like sons of the gods: Mahapranada, Mahadeva and Mahasattva.

One day the king went to a park for
sport. Drawn by the enchanting qualities of the park and wishing to find
flowers, the princes ran about and entered the great Dvadashavanagulma forest.
As the princes ran about, their attendants were dismissed and went their own
way. The princes entered the thick twelve forests of that fully protected
forest reserve. Then Mahapranada spoke to his brothers: “My heart is
overwhelmed by fear. We might be killed by wild beasts. Stay close.” Mahadeva
said: “As for me, I have no fear, but I am anxious I might be separated from my
loved ones.” Mahasattva said:

Here in the forest solitude acclaimed
by seers,
I am not anxious nor have I fear
This heart of mine is greatly overjoyed
In hope of finding opportunity for vast and great benefit.

Then, as the princes strolled through
the Dvadashavanagulma forest, they came upon a tigress who had given birth the
previous week, surrounded by her offspring, hungry and thirsty, famished, her
body extremely feeble. Seeing her, Mahapranada said: “Alas! It would be six or
seven days since this wretch gave birth. She has not found food. Either she
will die of starvation or devour her own cubs.”

Mahasattva said: “For people like us,
feeble minded and greatly attached to the body, such an act is difficult
indeed. However, great beings embark on giving their bodies completely and
dauntlessly strive for others’ welfare.

Moreover, born of affectionate love
and compassion, arya beings
Who consider their bodies as just obtained in heaven or on this earth,
Their joyous minds most agreeable to saving others’ lives,
Remaining steadfast, would have hundred-fold compassion in this case.

Feeling very sad, the young prince
looked at the tigress for a length of time without blinking, then went on his
way. Then Mahasattva had this thought: “Now the time has come for me to give
this body away. Why?

Although I have long guarded this
putrid body, subject to death and decay,
Providing it with food and drink, clothing, vehicles and luxurious beds,
Ultimately it is doomed to crumble and end in woe.
This body has no purpose save to abandon its unknown nature.

Furthermore, since it is wholly impure,
it will not endure. Now I should use it for a noble end. Thus it shall be for
me like a boat crossing the ocean of death and rebirth.

Moreover, giving this body possessed
of hundreds of abscess-like existences,
Filled with feces and urine, without core, like foam, bearing hundreds of
worms, laying
waste to what has been done,
I shall attain the dharmakaya’s timeless state, free of the afflicted
aggregates,
Sorrowless and endowed with samadhi, replete with hundreds of stainless
virtues.

His heart brimming with supreme
compassion and resolve, he asked his brothers to leave him: “You two can go
off. I am returning to the Dvadashavanagulma for a personal thing.” Then Prince
Mahasattva left that part of the forest and returned to where the tigress was.
He hung his clothes on a forest creeper and prayed:

To benefit transmigrating beings, may
I attain the peace of peerless enlightenment;
My mind compassionate and steadfast, I give this body which others find hard to
give up;
May I achieve the flawless, priceless enlightenment that bodhisattvas so keenly
seek.
I shall free beings in the triple worlds from the intense fear of the ocean of
existence.

Then Mahasattva lay in front of the
tigress, but the tigress did nothing to the compassionate Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva
thought: “Alas! She is too weak and incapable!” He rose up in search of a sharp
weapon and did not find one. Taking hold of a strong branch of bamboo stick,
one hundred years old, he cut his throat and fell down before the tigress. When
the Bodhisattva fell down, the earth shook in six ways, like a boat pounded by
winds amidst the sea. The sun, as if caught by Rahu, did not shine with its
rays. Flowers mingled with divine perfumes and powders fell. Then a certain
goddess, her mind overwhelmed with astonishment, praised the Bodhisattva:

O noble-minded one, holding all
beings in your compassion,
Here, as you joyfully give your body, hero among men,
Before long and without trouble you will find pristine peace,
That tranquil supreme state devoid of birth and death’s pain.

Then, licking the bloodstained body of
the Bodhisattva, the tigress reduced his body to bones without flesh and blood.

Feeling the earthquake, Mahapranada said
to Mahadeva:

The way the earth with its seas
greatly shook
As far as the oceans in all ten directions,

The way the sun lost its rays and a rain of flowers has fallen,
My mind is troubled; my brother has now given his body.

Mahadeva said:

Considering the words of compassion
he spoke
And the way he keenly observed the tigress –
Tortured by suffering and weak, nearly eating her cubs –
I too am troubled.

Then, overcome by extreme grief, their
eyes filling with tears, the two young princes went back along the path to
where the tigress was. They saw his clothes hanging on bamboo shoots, his
bloody bones scattered about, his hair spread in every direction. Upon seeing
this, they fainted and fell down upon the remains. Reviving after some time,
they raised their arms and issued a wretched cry:

Alas, our beloved brother!
The king and our mother too were most devoted to their son.
Our mother will surely ask, ‘Where did you leave the third one of you,
He whose eyes are long as lotus petals?’
Alas! For the two of us in this part of the forest land,
Living is not as good as meeting death.
Having lost Mahasattva, how will our parents care for us?

Then, lamenting in many ways, the two
young princes went on their way. Their servants, running in all directions in
search of the princes, saw them and asked: “Princes, what happened? What
happened?”

At that moment, the queen was lying on
her bed. She dreamed a dream showing separation from a loved one: Her two
breasts were cut off and her teeth were wrenched out. Finding three young
frightened doves, one was snatched by a hawk. Terrified by the earthquake, the
queen awoke suddenly and thought:

Why did this sustainer of beings,
clothed in oceans, so violently shake?
The sun was robbed of its rays, pointing to the sorrow in my heart.
In my dream, my body was weak, my eyes quivered, my breasts were cut off.
I wonder if my sons gone to the forest to play sport are well.

As the queen sustained these thoughts, a
maidservant entered. Distressed, she spoke to the queen: “Mother, the princes’
attendants search for the prince. It is heard that your beloved son has
perished!” When she heard these words, with trembling heart and eyes filled
with tears, the queen approached the king: “Lord, I have heard that my darling
son has perished.” The king too was distraught. With trembling heart, he said,
“I have lost my beloved son.”

To give solace to the queen, the king
said: “Good queen, do not grieve. I will immediately search for our prince.” As
he set off, he saw a gathering of people crowding about. Then the king saw the
two princes approaching from afar. Upon seeing them, the king cried: “The
princes are coming, but not all three. Alas! It is agony to see oneself
bereaved of a son. ”

The joy of gaining a son for a man
Does not equal the pain of losing a son for another;
Are those men not happy who have no sons in the world,
Or those who have met death with their children still living?

Overcome with grief, the queen, like a
she-camel struck in the vital part, issued a most wretched cry:

If my three sons with their assembly
of servants
Entered the forest clearing overgrown with blossoms,
My youngest darling son has not returned.
Where is the last son, who is like my heart?

When the two princes came near, the king
asked, “Where is the youngest of you?”

Grief stricken, their eyes filled with
tears. Their mouths dry, they said nothing. The queen asked: “Where is my
youngest son? My heart is about to burst. My body is in unbearable pain. My
mind is failing. Speak at once.”

Then the two sons told what had
occurred. Upon hearing it, the king and queen became senseless. When they
regained their sanity, they wept pitifully and went to that place. Seeing the
bones without flesh, blood or muscle, and the hair scattered about, the king
and queen fell to the ground like trees blown down by the wind. The priest and
ministers witnessed these events, then refreshed and revived the bodies of the
king and queen with salve of Malaya-sandal. Upon reviving, the king arose and
cried this lamentation:

Alas! Beloved son, affectionate and
jovial,
Why have you gone so quickly to death’s domain?
Why has death not come to me instead?
Never have I felt suffering greater than this.

With bedraggled hair, beating her chest,
the queen too wailed pitifully. She writhed on the ground as does a fish thrown
onto dry land, a female buffalo deprived of her young, a she-camel whose
offspring has perished:

Alas! Who has crushed and scattered
on the ground
My darling son, this lotus, most loving?
Which enemy of mine on this earth today
Has slain my son of charming eyes and moon-like face
Alas! When seeing the best of sons slain upon the ground
Why does this body not collapse?
This heart of mine is clearly made of iron;
It does not crack in the face of tragic pain.
Today in my dream, my breasts were cut with a sword,
My teeth were wrenched from my mouth;
And today my darling son is suddenly no more.
Just as one of three doves I held was snatched by a hawk,
Today, surrounded by three sons, death has seized one.
Alas! The fruit of my evil dream has come to pass!

Then the king and the queen lamented in
many ways. Surrounded by a large crowd, they bared themselves of ornaments,
paid homage to the remains of their son and laid his remains in this place.

Then the great king Maharatha and the
great queen wretchedly cried many lamentations. They bared themselves of all
ornaments, and together with a great crowd, made homage to the remains of the
prince. Placing the remains of Mahasattva at this very place, they built this
stupa of seven jewels. When Mahasattva gave the tigress his body, he made this
altruistic wish: “By the merit of completely giving my body, may I, in future
times for eons utterly beyond thought, perform the deeds of buddhas for
sentient beings.”